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Authors: Melissa Blue
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friend's gaze and asked, “Anything else you want to know?”
Wade tilted his head. “You make poking at you no fun.”
Victor shrugged, not feeling sorry about that at all. “Probably not. Still haven't answered why you came to Brew and Bagel.”
“Grady. He finally wanted to meet with some advisors so he can get started on his PhD. I called in some of our father's favors. It's too early in the morning. I needed sugar and coffee after kissing ass. Saw you and...” He shrugged.
They just stood there on the curb in a comfortable silence. Wade didn't push for anything more. He likely assumed the truth would come out eventually or that he knew it all. Knowing Wade, it was the latter.
Victor chugged down more coffee and felt a little more human. “So...”
Wade cut a glance at him. “No wonder I like you. You're a jackass.”
“Awww. Am I giving you warm and fuzzies?”
“Jerk.”
Victor’s mind went right to Ash and that she'd been watching Supernatural , so he took his insult inspiration from the show. “Bitch.”
Shit. His life was a fucking mess, again. He was a shit human being, again. At the first opportunity he had had, he'd pinned Porter's sister down and kissed her like her mouth was his very salvation. He'd fucked her and left her apartment like she could be forgettable. How could he confess that to any of his friends? Porter wouldn't be the only one to wring his neck.
He sighed and glanced at Wade. “Catch you later?”
“Probably at Grady's.” Wade's gaze went seeking again, likely reading the truth on Victor's face. “Or maybe not from the look of you.”
In the next hour or so, Victor would see Ash again. He knew how he should act. Knew what was right and wrong. He was avoiding Porter for a reason. Victor was convinced that Porter would take one look at his longtime friend and know.
“Later, then,” he said, moving toward his car.
He couldn't have Ash. He wasn't good enough. Not even close if he was willing to betray his friendship—hell, friendships. So, he'd pretend like nothing had happened between them. It was the only way, because he had a problem. The first step was admitting it.
*****
Ash's friend Iris breezed into the break room and said, “Either Friday night was really fantastic and, knowing you, filled with sex, or you're wishing the rapture would actually happen. What happened with the blind date?”
Offended, Ash glared at her friend. “I don't always sleep with men I date,” her tone turned sharp.
Iris winced. “You usually do when you disappear for a weekend.”
Well, that was correct, but still. “Sometimes I cuddle.”
“So you say.” Iris grinned and that softened the truth.
They both knew Ash might play it fast and loose, but a fair few of her relationships lasted long enough that the “L” word was dropped, and Ash always meant it. Didn't change the fact those relationships ended with a whimper. She'd never been the kind of woman to fall in love after a bout of great sex, and clearly she never would be. Might help ease her guilt if she were.
She sighed—back to frustration and physical longing then since she couldn't repeat her weekend with Vic.
“That whole wistful sigh—you really have to tell me about the date,” her friend pushed.
Ash held up one hand to forestall any more questions from the other woman and then dumped coffee grounds into the machine. “Wait until I take my first sip. I have muffins in the fridge if you're hungry.”
Iris took out two. After settling against the counter, Iris pushed up her glasses. The red rims complimented her dark brown eyes and skin. She looked sweet and approachable. Such a damn lie. Her friend was nosy, fun, and sometimes relentless.
And since Ash could also be all those things, depending on her mood, they got along well. Iris had been the one to hire her, and over time their work relationship turned into a friendship. Mostly due to Ash's shenanigans and Iris's nosy nature.
Ash prepped two cups
Wade tilted his head. “You make poking at you no fun.”
Victor shrugged, not feeling sorry about that at all. “Probably not. Still haven't answered why you came to Brew and Bagel.”
“Grady. He finally wanted to meet with some advisors so he can get started on his PhD. I called in some of our father's favors. It's too early in the morning. I needed sugar and coffee after kissing ass. Saw you and...” He shrugged.
They just stood there on the curb in a comfortable silence. Wade didn't push for anything more. He likely assumed the truth would come out eventually or that he knew it all. Knowing Wade, it was the latter.
Victor chugged down more coffee and felt a little more human. “So...”
Wade cut a glance at him. “No wonder I like you. You're a jackass.”
“Awww. Am I giving you warm and fuzzies?”
“Jerk.”
Victor’s mind went right to Ash and that she'd been watching Supernatural , so he took his insult inspiration from the show. “Bitch.”
Shit. His life was a fucking mess, again. He was a shit human being, again. At the first opportunity he had had, he'd pinned Porter's sister down and kissed her like her mouth was his very salvation. He'd fucked her and left her apartment like she could be forgettable. How could he confess that to any of his friends? Porter wouldn't be the only one to wring his neck.
He sighed and glanced at Wade. “Catch you later?”
“Probably at Grady's.” Wade's gaze went seeking again, likely reading the truth on Victor's face. “Or maybe not from the look of you.”
In the next hour or so, Victor would see Ash again. He knew how he should act. Knew what was right and wrong. He was avoiding Porter for a reason. Victor was convinced that Porter would take one look at his longtime friend and know.
“Later, then,” he said, moving toward his car.
He couldn't have Ash. He wasn't good enough. Not even close if he was willing to betray his friendship—hell, friendships. So, he'd pretend like nothing had happened between them. It was the only way, because he had a problem. The first step was admitting it.
*****
Ash's friend Iris breezed into the break room and said, “Either Friday night was really fantastic and, knowing you, filled with sex, or you're wishing the rapture would actually happen. What happened with the blind date?”
Offended, Ash glared at her friend. “I don't always sleep with men I date,” her tone turned sharp.
Iris winced. “You usually do when you disappear for a weekend.”
Well, that was correct, but still. “Sometimes I cuddle.”
“So you say.” Iris grinned and that softened the truth.
They both knew Ash might play it fast and loose, but a fair few of her relationships lasted long enough that the “L” word was dropped, and Ash always meant it. Didn't change the fact those relationships ended with a whimper. She'd never been the kind of woman to fall in love after a bout of great sex, and clearly she never would be. Might help ease her guilt if she were.
She sighed—back to frustration and physical longing then since she couldn't repeat her weekend with Vic.
“That whole wistful sigh—you really have to tell me about the date,” her friend pushed.
Ash held up one hand to forestall any more questions from the other woman and then dumped coffee grounds into the machine. “Wait until I take my first sip. I have muffins in the fridge if you're hungry.”
Iris took out two. After settling against the counter, Iris pushed up her glasses. The red rims complimented her dark brown eyes and skin. She looked sweet and approachable. Such a damn lie. Her friend was nosy, fun, and sometimes relentless.
And since Ash could also be all those things, depending on her mood, they got along well. Iris had been the one to hire her, and over time their work relationship turned into a friendship. Mostly due to Ash's shenanigans and Iris's nosy nature.
Ash prepped two cups
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